This time, He Ji came with a mission.

You know, Miao Tianfeng is the grandson of Miao Kun, the saint of Wumen.

For He Ji, it is still a bit valuable.

And Ito also slashed with a knife, and even named Miao Tianfeng.

He Ji could see that Ito wanted to conquer Miao Tianfeng with one sword, or to be precise, to subdue the Dan Sheng Miao Kun.

In the art of alchemy, there is no difference between an American and an idiot.

Therefore, Ito had this kind of thinking with a knife.

"Yes... it's him!"

Miao Tianfeng pointed at Tang Long and shouted with murderous look on his face: "He Ji, kill him for me!"

When He Ji looked up, she saw Tang Long lit a cigarette.

It is precisely because of the green smoke that He Ji can't see it clearly.

However, Tang Long dressed so ordinary, no matter how he looked, he didn't look like a big shot. He probably knew some martial arts skills.

Thinking of this, He Ji helped Miao Tianfeng up and said coldly: "Baga, why are you still stupid? Haven't you heard Mr. Miao's orders?!"

"Hayi!"

The eight ninja killers all drew their swords and shouted.

Tang Long raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a puzzled look: "He Ji, don't you ask who I am?!"

"Hmph, I, He Ji, don't want to know the name of a dead person!" He Ji said with a sinister look on his face.

Brush brush.

Almost at the same time, the eight ninja killers rushed towards Tang Long with their swords swinging their swords.

And Tang Long just slowly raised his hand and said, "Things that are overestimating one's ability!"

Puff swish!

Suddenly, a powerful wind shot out, like a wind blade, tearing and cutting the ninja killers.

I heard the sound of "puff puff puff puff" and in an instant, the eight ninja killers fell into a pool of blood.

"What?!" Looking at the bodies of the eight ninja killers, Tsuruji shouted in horror.

Gudu.

Miao Tianfeng swallowed his saliva and said, "He Ji, he...he is Tang Long!"

Bang.

Before Miao Tianfeng could finish his words, He Ji slapped him and cursed angrily: "You stupid pig, you know he is Tang Long, why didn't you say it earlier?!"

Miao Tianfeng covered his swollen and painful face and said with a grievance: "You...you didn't ask again?!"

puff.

After spitting out a mouthful of cigarettes, Tang Long said coldly: "He Ji, go back and tell Ito to kill him with one knife, don't die again, and go back to Dongyang to retire, otherwise, Jianxin of Kawashang will be his fate!"

"You...how do you know that my master is Ito?!" He Ji said with horror.

In Danjiang, there are not many people who know He Ji’s true identity.

And even fewer people know that the owner of Tsukiji was slashed by Ito with one knife.

At this time, He Ji subconsciously looked at Miao Tianfeng.

Miao Tianfeng shook his head repeatedly and said, "No... it's not me, it's really not me."

KAKAKAKA.

He Ji gritted her teeth and said with a gloomy face: "Tang Longjun, are you a little too crazy?! The strength of my master is definitely not comparable to that of Jianxin on Heshang. In addition, my master holds a tiger-winged sword in his hand, even if he faces the Southern Immortal and Northern Buddha, he will not have no chance of winning!"

Tang Long snorted: "Hmph, do you Eastern people like bragging very much?!"

"You will know if you are bragging!" He Ji said, swallowing his saliva.

Tang Long walked up to He Ji, gently pinched the tip of her chin and said, "Do you want to poke someone to death with such a pointed chin?! Go back and tell Ito that the tiger-winged sword is my famous sword in China. I am tactful, so let him offer the sword, otherwise, I don't mind picking it up in person!"

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Long raised his hand and slapped He Ji away.

Even He Ji's appearance can only charm Miao Tianfeng.

After Tang Long left with Wang Jiantong and others, Miao Tianfeng then stepped forward and said, "He Ji, are you okay?"

KAKAKAKA.

He Ji gritted her teeth secretly, covered the deformed chin and said, "Baga, this Tang Long deserves to be killed!"

Miao Tianfeng said carefully: "Where is Senior Ito?"

"In the auction!" He Ji said with a calm face.

Miao Tianfeng narrowed his eyes and said with a murderous look on his face: "Since that's the case, then you can die!"

Click!

As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Tianfeng broke He Ji's neck.

He Ji grabbed Miao Tianfeng's collar and said incrediblely: "Why... want to kill me?!"

"Hmph, I have never been beaten by a woman before when I grew up so old?!"

Miao Tianfeng pinched He Ji's neck and said with a murderous look on his face: "Only when you die can it arouse Ito's anger with one sword!"

Feng Shaochen, who was beside him, said nervously: "Miao Tianfeng, you...have you killed He Ji?"

"Feng Shaochen, we are grasshoppers on the same rope. If I die, you will not be able to survive!" Miao Tianfeng said with a stern smile on his face.

Gudu.

Feng Shaochen swallowed his saliva and said, "Who is this He Ji?!"

Miao Tianfeng narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Heri Hime is the granddaughter of Ito Yidao. Only her death can arouse the rage in Ito Yidao's heart, and Ito Yidao will also become our weapon to retaliate against Tang Long!"

No wonder Miao Tianfeng insisted on killing He Ji.

It turned out that this Tsukiji was the granddaughter of Ito's sword.

Over the years, He Ji has intercepted a lot of information for the Ito family and even stole a lot of elixir recipes from the Wumen.

For the Ito family, Tsukiji is a nail that has taken root in the Witch Sect.

But this nail was pulled out by Tang Long.

Let me ask, how could Ito not be angry if he slashes with one sword?!

Black market auction house in the suburbs of Danjiang.

The entire auction hall was full of bodyguards in black suits, and most of them had a Kusanagi sword inserted between their waists.

On the sofa in the middle hall, there was a bald old man sitting. The old man was slightly hunched and was wiping a tiger-headed knife.

The big sword was cold and exuded a wisp of black air.

Of course, this black gas cannot be seen by the naked eye alone.

"Senior Ito, Tsukiji and those ninjas were both killed by Tang Long!" Miao Tianfeng was kneeling on the ground with fear at this time.

Ito slashed the tiger-winged sword and said, "They are all dead, why are you still alive?"

Gudu.

Miao Tianfeng swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior Ito, the reason why Tang Long didn't kill me is because he wanted me to bring you a word!"

Ito said with a knife slashing his face expressionlessly: "What are you talking about?!"

Miao Tianfeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Tang Long said, let you give out the tiger-winged knife and then go back to the Dongyang for retirement. Otherwise, he would not mind killing you in person, and would chop you up and feed the dog!"

Click!

Suddenly, a black light fell, directly splitting the table in front of Miao Tianfeng in half.

At this time, the tip of the tiger-winged sword was less than half an inch away from Miao Tianfeng's eyebrows.

Looking at Miao Tianfeng's eyebrows again, bleeding began.

Fortunately, Ito had no intention of killing Miao Tianfeng with one knife.

Otherwise, Miao Tianfeng would have been split in half.

Gudu.

Miao Tianfeng swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior Ito, I...I'm all saying it is true, there is no false statement!"

Ito put away the tiger-winged sword with one knife and said coldly: "You don't have the courage to measure it."

"Then...that's, that's it." Miao Tianfeng lowered his head and bowed.

After handing the tiger-winged sword to the knife slave behind him, Ito then picked up the teacup with a knife, sucked the tea and said, "Tomorrow morning, you go to the airport to pick up the God of the Underworld Lucifer. Be sure to ask him to come here to discuss the plan to kill Tang Long!"
Chapter completed!